SNEAK PEEK OF dl THUG PASSION 9

MAYHEM

“dl” THUG PASSION IX

BY: FASE

CHAPTER ONE: THE BIRTH OF SCARFACE

A million thoughts ran through my mind at once. All I could think about was hurting Rasheem. I stood staring unconscious body in the chair. I thought back to the night of the party. I thought back to that day at the movies. Nothing was going to stop me from getting revenge on this kid. I wanted him to hurt. I wanted him to scream. I wanted him to bleed. I could feel a sadistic smile crack my lips. I knew that I could do this.

Rasheem must have been dreaming. He began to scream in his sleep. Finally his eyes opened. He looked around the room and started to scream even louder. Sweat covered his face and goose bumps were visible on his skin.

We all stood there laughing at him. All of us laughed except Felton Jr. that is. His face was totally emotionless. His eyes weren’t though. He stared at Rasheem as if he were his next meal. A large vein formed in the middle of his forehead. It was obvious that he could have killed Rasheem without a second thought. That’s when I began to think about what I was doing. That’s when the voices it me.

The first were a set. It was my mom and grandmother…

“Cedric what are you doing? Do you know what you’re getting yourself into? You can’t waste your life like this. You’re going to ruin your future. You’ve worked so hard. Don’t throw it all away. Revenge is not the answer. You know that. You’ll still have that scar when it’s over. What about your little brother and sister at home? They need you. Think before you act Cedric.”

The voices of my dad and brothers followed theirs…

“Fuck that shit! Make that nigga pay Ced. He didn’t think twice when it came to hurting you. Look what those niggas put you through. Think about what they did to your boy Mike. That was uncalled for. Think about what this nigga right here did to you. He disfigured you. He scarred you physically and mentally. He made you hate yourself. He made you want to end your life. You can’t let him get away with that. Make him pay! You’re a Coleman! You’re Scarface!”

Then I heard Q…

“Here you go being selfish again Ced. It’s always about you. Why can’t you ever think outside the box? Think about our future. Think about your mom, brother and sister. Damn Ced, think about me. I need you. What if you get locked up or killed behind this? Why would you put the people you love through that? There has to be a better way.”

Next in line was Terrelle…

“Ced you have to set an example. The things they’ve done are unforgivable. They wouldn’t have mercy on us. Take one for the team nigga. You have to let them know we’re not to be fucked with. We’re the good guys here. They started this mayhem.”

The last voice I heard was unfamiliar at first. As I listened I struggled to recognize it.

“Man stop playing games with these niggas. They’re playing for keeps. There are no rules here. It’s time to man up. Stop holding back. I know you feel the urge deep inside. Part of you knows what needs to be done. That same part of you hungers for vengeance. Stop being a pussy and face your destiny. You’re not the same person you were a few years ago. Look at your father and brothers. Being ruthless is in your bloodline. Let it out. Let me out Ced!”

I realized that my body was shaking. Hearing that voice was worse than hearing one of a ghost. The voice belonged to me. I heard it the way you hear yourself on a recording. You know the voice belongs to you but it just doesn’t sound quite right. I thought I was going crazy. No, I knew I had gone crazy. I lost a little of myself at that moment.

I did let him in. I formed a bond with an alter ego that had been created through mental cruelty, pain, hatred and rage. That was the day that Scarface truly became a part of me.

My mind was made up. Today Rasheem was going to pay for his misdeeds. I looked over at him. He was the only one who could actually see my face at the moment. I could tell that he didn’t like what he saw. He was sweating like we were in a sauna. I hated him with all my being at that particular moment.

My dad had a private barber station in his office. I glimpsed it when I came in. I got a real sick thought in my mind right then.

I walked back into the office. My dad’s one man Barbershop was set up in a corner. It was easy to find what I was looking for. I picked up what looked to be a brand new straight razor. It was the same kind Ms. Celia was going to use to cut Mister’s throat in “The Color Purple”. I also grabbed two bottles of rubbing alcohol. I walked back into the room and finally managed to make Felton Jr. smile.

“Where’s Treyvon?” I asked. “I don’t want him to hear this.”

“You don’t have to worry about that son.” My dad said. “He’s at his grandmothers. Besides, this is my own personal dungeon. It’s completely soundproof.”

“That’s all I needed to know.”

At first I just stared at Rasheem. I was the predator and I had cornered my prey. His eyes stayed glued to me the whole time. I watched as a tear fell from one eye and then the other. I could see his pulse racing through his temple.

I stood in front of him examining his head like a barber.

“I think this kid would look good with a bald head. Maybe even a baby face. What do you niggas think?” I asked turning to my family.

Felton Jr. came to stand beside me. He looked at Rasheem from all angles.

“Yeah Ced I think you’re right. I mean I don’t know if he’d look good but he’d sure look better.”

He slapped Rasheem so hard that the chair fell over. He picked him back up with no help.

“That’s for my brother bitch!”

He spat in Rasheem’s face and walked back to join the others. My dad looked happy. You’d have thought he was watching one of us take our first steps or learning to ride a bike.

I opened the razor and grabbed a handful of his braids. I violently twisted his head from side to side. He was screaming and trying to get free.

“I’m gonna kill you Ced!”

“Don’t ever call me Ced you little pussy!”

I was so close to his face that he could taste my lunch.

“You destroyed that nigga! Look at my fuckin face! You did this shit to me. To you I’m Scarface! Don’t ever forget it bitch!”

“Besides, I don’t think you want to threaten me. I’m getting ready to cut you’re your hair. I never went to school for this. And thanks to my stepfather I have a nervous twitch. It’s kind of hard to keep my hands steady.”

I showed him how my hands constantly shook. Of course I exaggerated it a little bit.

I grabbed his head and began to shave off his eyebrows. He stopped fighting after I cut him a few times.

“That looks nice.” I said. “So far so good. Now I think we need to shape up that goatee. Keep your head still kid. I’m sure you don’t want me to cut you.”

I roughly raked the hair from his neck and chin. Then I relieved him of his mustache. I took a bottle of alcohol and splashed some of it in his face.

Rasheem screamed and screamed but it didn’t make a difference.

“That’s the work of a pro right there.” I said. “What do you think Mr. Coleman?”

Everyone looked at each other but they knew who I was talking to. I used Mr. Coleman as a way to keep from actually calling him “dad”.

“It looks great son. You can cut my hair anytime.”

We all laughed because his hairline was fading. He was also getting a George Jefferson bald spot in the middle of his head.

“You know what? I’ve never had braids before.”

I ran my fingers through Rasheem’s hair.

“I know I’d hate to lose something I’ve grown for so long.”

Fawndell gave his input.

“Yeah it looks like he put some time into it bro. I say at least a year. I think it would be a nice touch though.”

I grabbed a handful of braids and began to cut them. I dropped the hair into his lap.

“What in the fuck are you doing? Get off of me!”

I paid him no attention. I just continued to cut. When I was done we stood there and laughed at him. Then it was time to get serious. I put the razor up to Rasheem’s neck.

“I want to know which one of your boys killed Mike. Who was it?”

“What in the fuck are you talking about? Who the fuck is Mike?”

My playful mood was gone. I had to show him that I was serious. Without saying a word, I slashed his right cheek.

“I’m not playing with you muthafucka! Tell me who killed him!”

I slashed his left cheek.

“Go fuck yourself nigga! I’m not telling you shit. Get the fuck away from me before I bite the other side of your face!”

He spit at me and it just barely missed my head. My brothers moved towards Rasheem but my dad stopped them.

I sliced him twice on both of his arms.

“Tell me who did it and this will be over faster. Otherwise I can cut on your bitch ass all day.”

“Fuck you Cedric, Ced, Scarface or whatever it is you call yourself! You just dug your own grave! Don’t you know who I am? Don’t you know who I roll with? Are you willing to start a war over this?”

“I didn’t start shit! You niggas did! You killed my friend! For nothing! Then you tried to come after me and my cousin! You fucked up!”

I started to slash him again but he stopped me.

“Ok. Just stop! Listen to me man. You’ve cut me all up. We’re even.”

“You really think we’re even Rasheem? Are you serious? Hell no! We’re not even yet! You bit off a piece of my face remember? Now stop bullshitting and answer my question. I’ve been nice so far.”

“I can’t they’ll kill me.”

“Are you listening to me nigga? I don’t give a fuck what they do to you. You’d better be concerned about me. Your life is in my hands right now.”

“Please man. I can’t.”

I sliced his legs again.

“Ok! I’ll tell you. It was Hakim. He stabbed your boy. We weren’t even thinking about the rest of you. Your friend was the only target. We didn’t even know Hakim was gonna stab him. We were just supposed to jump the nigga. Your boy just picked the wrong nigga to fuck with. That nigga Hakim is a real hot head.”

“No Hakim fucked up! You see where he is right? And if he ever walks out of there my cousin will finish the job. You niggas want to play gangsters? Well let’s play gangster.”
“What in the fuck are you talking about?” Rasheem asked.

I grabbed his head and cut him starting at the left corner of his mouth. I tried to cut the same design he had bitten into me. I stepped back to take a look. It was a close enough match for me. His screams sent chills down my spine. I leaned over his shoulder and whispered in his ear.

“I’ve got a question for you Rasheem. You’re the only one in the world that can answer it.”

His Adam’s apple rose and fell. Beads of sweat mixed with the blood on his face. I stood so that I could look into his eyes.

“What the fuck do you want from me now?”

“How do I taste you mutha fuckin cannibal?”

I laughed so hard I fell to the floor. I got so close that Rasheem got a chance to kick me. It was only enough of a blow to make me laugh harder.

“I’m gonna kill you when I get out of here.” He said. “You hear me you crazy muthafucka? I’m gonna kill your ass! Let me go now and I just might make it quick.”

“Do what you have to do. You know where to find me.”

I whispered in his ear again.

“I forgive you for biting me. Now we’re even nigga!”

I stood up and slapped him to the ground once again. I used his shirt to clean the blood from the razor. I stepped over him and walked over to my family. I expected them to be as satisfied as I was. They all seemed to be except one.

“Is that it?” Felton Jr. said. “You’re gonna let that nigga off that easy? This shit is a joke!”

I took another look at Rasheem as he said this. It was as if I were seeing the whole scene for the first time. I looked down at my hands. They were covered in blood and I still held the blade. My body began to shake and my stomach felt uneasy. I tried to keep my composure.

“Well I’m satisfied. If you want anything else done then do it yourself. As far as I’m concerned you can drop him where you found him. He’s all yours big bro.”

I threw the razor to him and left the room. I went to clean up in my dad’s bathroom. I turned the water on full blast. I didn’t want them to hear me vomit.
When I was done I started to cry. I’m not sure why to this day. Even with the water off I wouldn’t have been heard. There was no sound. It never escaped my chest.

Felton Jr. probably thought I had been afraid to go farther than I had. It was actually the opposite. I had to use all of my will to keep from killing Rasheem. Scarface wanted that but not me. I’ll throw the hands with a nigga any day. But I was no killer. Or at least I didn’t want to be. Not even some psychotic delusion would turn me into one. For now I was in control.

I washed my face and hands. I watched Rasheem’s blood flow down the drain. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. For a second it looked like my face changed.

“Now you will have their respect. Now they will think twice about messing with you. They’ll think twice about fucking with us.”
I threw more water on my face. The voice and vision were gone. The whole thing suddenly felt wrong. I felt dirty. But a part of me had enjoyed it. I had never felt so alive. That scared me more than anything. What if I lost control of my alter ego? What crazy shit would I be capable of? I guess only time will tell.